I Don't Need A Needy Man

Things aren't looking to good for Mr. Caesar.  I haven't seen him in a week - and it's not for his lack of trying.  

He is in transition between places.  That's cool, it happens.  

But when you are asking to stay at my place or for my vehicle for the move without my offering, I don't like it.  Maybe I am just a heartless bitch, but nothing bothers me more than a man who is needy and always expects others to help him out.  It annoys me with females too, but I am not dating them so I get over it.

I like independent men.  I like men who get things done on their own, like an adult.  The fact that Mr. Caesar said he could "really use my truck" for his move on a day that he knows I am busy with work and other obligations irked me.

It was cute and all last night when he said he really likes me even if it may be too much and it "worries" him.  But it's not cute enough to make up for his immaturity.

I haven't completely written him off, but I have been keeping my distance.  I think the great sex is what has kept him around this long at this point.

Mr. Lover made a huge comeback this weekend.  We had an entire date day.  A beach walk, lunch at a restaurant featured on Diner's, Drive Ins, and Dives, miniature golf then dinner and beer tasting.  It was a long but fun day.  In fact, it might be the most fun I've had in a while.


We are even planning something special to do this weekend as well.


Mr. Chef had to cancel our plans last week since he has been busy at work.  I didn't really mind.  I half wanted to cancel due to my busy schedule anyways so it worked out.  He is still blowing up my phone so we will see if we can arrange something else later this week.

A Change of Pace

It's funny how quickly things can change.

All last week I felt really into Mr. Caesar.  He invited me to go on a short trip with him for the weekend - I declined after much debate.  I found myself missing him all weekend long.  We had no contact.  I was really excited that as soon as he got back he called me and wanted to get together.

Mr. Chef has also been trying his darnedest to "see me in person again".  I started toying with the idea of keeping my options open.  Or at the very least keeping him around for comparisons sake.  If need be, we can always do a sex tie-breaker.  They won't ever have to know.  *insert evil laughs here*

Meanwhile, much to my dismay I have added to the confusion with mere moments of weakness.  Mr. Lover is back in the picture.  He was my first real love and I find myself wondering if he will one day end up being my one that got away.  I have tried not to keep him around because, well,  that's just not fair.  But yet, he's still always there.

Due to Mr. Caesar's drama - leading him to spend the night at his ex's house since I couldn't accommodate him - and a very questionable maturity level (that really affected me in no way so far) I find myself wanting to pull away a little bit.

This turn of events works out nicely for Mr. Chef.  I am hoping our day date for Friday works out.  We will see if we can't reignite that spark.

 

Out of the Doghouse

There's nothing I love more than a man who truly likes to please me -- 

in and out of the bedroom.

I can say with certainty that Mr. Caesar tries his best to make me happy.  It's the little things that make me smile and he seems to realize this.  He kisses me on the cheek and plays with my hair.  He still texts me every day and texts me back promptly when I initiate.

Lately, he's been coming over to my house.  But most of his friends live by me so we normally end up having a quick roll in the hay and then go out with his buddies.  And then we come back to my place for more of the former.  He seems to really like bringing me around his friends.  I don't mind it but I get shy at times and sometimes I would rather it just be us.  I hadn't showed any distaste until last weekend.  


He came over and then promptly called his buddy when I said I wasn't sure what I would like to do.  We ended up at a pool hall...on a perfectly warm and sunny evening.  I hate being confined indoors when it's nice out.  And I also hate tagging along with Mr. Caesar and his buddy not knowing what they are talking about.  I felt a little awkward and left out...although to be honest, I might have been acting introverted due to my unhappiness with the whole situation.  When the boys decided to head to the second place...a bar, I asked Mr. Caesar to take me home.  He frowned and said no as he pulled into the parking lot.  He told his friend to go inside and he grabbed me, pulling me in close asking what was wrong.


I explained.  He apologized and said he would take his friend home and we would leave.  He was very sympathetic and handled the situation perfectly.  I felt bad and told him we could stay.  But I still sat at the table and texted anyone who would respond to occupy my time.  We didn't stay long (he knew he was in the doghouse).  We ended up renting a movie and ordering a pizza.


I also liked how once we were along he explained that he didn't want to always stay in with me and thought I would rather go out for a while and then have alone time later.


Maybe I was just being a bitch...it wouldn't be the first time.